The hallway bustles with activity as nurses, doctors, and patients prepare for the day.
No one is paying much attention to each other. The routine is familiar, the faces unremarkable.
Nothing to see here.
Orpheus stops for a moment. He isn't standing still rather he is still. Then he says. "I don't get tired of magic that easily," he snaps his fingers and sparkles fly out.
Nope. Orpheus is just standing there, not quite still as before, but not really doing anything, not even blinking.
The empty room (with no sign to ever been part of a park) doesn't answer.
The chess pieces are scattered across the floor.
An suddenly it is like the air is punched out of air and her skin feels wet and cold.
Her room is fine, except it is now filled with dark murky waters, which don't appear to affect anything besides visibility.
It doesn't do anything, her skin and her eyes tell her she is underwater, but her muscles meet no resistance, if she pays attention the cloth in her bed isn't moving as if floating underwater.
The water... drains away. Or something very similar to that.
Here is dad, so worried. "I just heard what happened. Are you okay? Did your brother gave you breath?"
Dad takes her hand and she feels... something, her lack of breath goes away. "Better?"
"Thank you?"
It sounds vaguely annoyed and ungrateful.
She tries to touch his chest.
"Are you feeling alright? Do you still have water on your lungs?"
"Please, calm down, dear. I am going to get help."
He then... duplicates himself and the copy walks away, not to the direction to the door, but towards the wall, she can see it getting distant despite the room not being that long.